Antonio Melidori (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
SCENE I.[A place not far from the summit of Mount Psiloriti, in the Isle of Candia. Philota discovered with a ...
SCENE I.[A place not far from the summit of Mount Psiloriti, in the Isle of Candia. Philota discovered with a ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
THE swift mysterious seasons rise and set;The omnipotent years pass o'er us, bright or dun;--Dawns blush, and mid-days burn, 'till ...
BENEATH the shadow of a breezeless palmMahmoud Ben Suleim, in the evening calm,Sat, with his gravely meditative eyesTurned on the ...
Delivered on the first anniversary of the Carolina Art Association, Feb. 10, 1856.THERE are two worlds wherein our souls may ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
O! THE rolling, rushing fire!O! the fire!How it rages, wilder, higher,Like a hot heart's fierce desire,Thrilled with passion that appalls ...
THE ship went down at noonday in a cam,When not a zephyr broke the crystal sea.We two escaped alone: we ...
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;Outside the realm where noisy schemes ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
SCENE I.[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan ...
I REMEMBER it well; 'twas a morn dull and gray,And the legion lay idle and listless that day,A thin drizzle ...
GLADLY I hail these solitudes, and breatheThe inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air,Most gladly to the past alone bequeathDoubt, ...
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!It hath no meaning to mine ear.Unless--Stay, father! ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,Yet found therein not one illustrious nameWedded by Death to Fame.The sea-winds moaned by ...
To the memory of Henry TimrodThe same majestic pine is lifted highAgainst the twilight sky,The same low, melancholy music grievesAmid ...
THE early springtime faintly flushed the earth,And in the woods, and by their favorite streamThe fair, wild roses blossomed modestly,Above ...
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"By the camp-fire's ruddy light;Let us drink to a spirit as leal and trueAs ...
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully riseInto heart-storms of agony borne from afar?A tempest of passion, a tumult of ...
THE maimed and broken warrior lay,By his last foeman brought to bay.No sounds of battlefield were there--The drum's deep bass, ...
THE sword is re-sheathed in its scabbard,The rifle hangs safe on the wall;No longer we quail at the hungryHot rush ...
THE winds of the winter have breathed their dirgesFar over the wood and the leaf-strown plain;They have passed, forlorn, by ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;True! his stilled features own death's ...
JAMIE.O MOTHER, what country is that I seeFar over the stream and the boulders gray,Where the wind-song pipes, and the ...
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,There's a dark pine forest ...
I SEE the Nation, as in antique ages,Crouched with rent robes, and ashes on her head:Her mournful eyes are deep ...
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